We made a yummy tomato-pineapple relish at canning class this week. (Let me know if you want a copy of our recipes/canning instructions.) It makes me feel so self-reliant when we do stuff like that. Then I’m filled with all kinds of crazy urges to grind wheat, and make my own bread and go pick fresh vegetables and store them. And the little teeny canning jars we used are so stinkin' cute.
Plus it was so fun to be with my ladies from church. Over the years I’ve learned that I don’t make friends very easily. I don’t make enemies very easily either for that matter, which is nice. Its not so much a matter of being anti-social—I’m definitely not—its just so hard to push past that initial awkwardness (and I am so very awkward.) of making conversation and getting to know someone, down to the really good part of friendship where you can share real feelings and thoughts and the truth about how often you bathe. I wish I could just jump right into the really good part, and skip my self-conscious standoffish resistance. But I can’t.
So for those of you who have pushed passed this stage with me…I love you so much. You make me so very happy. For those of you who are still working on this stage with me…keep trying. I will too. It gets better. I look forward to our friendship in the years to come.
Anyway, I was still riding the wave of self reliance this Sunday and put in an order for 10 cans from the storehouse. Food storage! I’m basking in the Mormon-ness.
And I planted carrot and pea seeds in our window boxes. This may be an exercise in futility. I don’t have a very good track record with plants. Those poor plants. I replaced my dead tulips next to the kitchen sink with some succulents. They’ve got to stand a better chance. So far I have left them completely alone, and they seem to be fine. These are my kind of plants. Little Gnomey came to live with them inside. Say “Hi”, Gnomey!